Wearing three shirts, I am not living
Losing control and time and gaining my mind
Listening to the ocean wisdom go in one ear and out the other.
Talking about emotion and having none
Spinning lies like webs of crystalline beauty
Strong and flexible. Ready to break at any moment
while ignored by everyone who can only see the ugliness of my hairy spider legs and multiple arms doing too much at once while altogether standing still
and looking at you
with many eyes through many lenses.
It all looks brown
with a little blackish blue orb in the corner
my Darkness Sun
Not a moon. A sun of darkness.
Not a son. not a Daughter. Not a mother. Father Sun. Father/Sun.
Protecting me with darkness. Shielding me with rage. Hiding me with solitude.
I am the one who paints the pictures no one sees.
They are my lie-webs. I am the ugly spider
about to crawl into bed with you.
Don’t be frightened, I am scared of my own bite.